Chapter 36 Reaching an Understanding

Chapter 36: An Unspoken Agreement

Although the Da Ning Dynasty emphasized agriculture and discouraged commerce, it did not restrict ordinary people from engaging in trade. As a result, many farming households would take up small trades during slack seasons to supplement their income.

City folk prized fresh goods, so farmers would often collect eggs, wild vegetables, rabbits hunted from the mountains, or fish caught from rivers over a period of time and bring them to the city to sell.

However, the capital was home to many nobles, and the closer one got to the city center, the wealthier the residents became.

Afraid of offending these nobles, the farmers didn't dare go too far into the city to sell their goods. Instead, they only set up stalls in areas near the city gates.

The rulers didn't pay much mind to this, so no one bothered to drive them away.

The residents in the eastern part of the city were not as wealthy as those in the west. Knowing that the farmers sold their goods at lower prices, they often came to the city gates to try their luck.

Over time, the section of Shenwu Avenue near the city gates became a bustling marketplace, with people buying and selling goods every day.

During Emperor Cheng's reign, a lower-ranking official proposed setting up stalls with canopies on both sides of this street specifically for farmers, as a way to show consideration for the common people.

Emperor Cheng readily approved such a measure that could boost his reputation.

By now, this section of Shenwu Avenue near the city gates had become what people called "Convenience Street." From the moment the city gates opened in the morning until they closed in the evening, the street was always packed with people.

At this moment, soldiers in armor suddenly rushed in, causing the merchants and commoners along the street to scramble back and kneel, not daring to lift their heads.

They were used to this.

The capital was full of powerful nobles, and this happened often.

If they encountered a noble with a kinder heart, they'd pass through quickly. But if they encountered one with a bad temper, the procession would move slowly, and anyone who accidentally offended them would inevitably face disaster.

Today, the person they encountered was Prince Jiannan, who was known for taking his time.

Shortly after the soldiers took positions on both sides of the street, a line of carriages and horses passed through the city gates and entered Shenwu Avenue.

The procession moved slowly, with the lead carriage being especially fancy and ornate.

The carriage curtain was slowly lifted by a hand, revealing a young man with rather delicate features who peered outside.

The commoners, dressed in coarse linen clothing, knelt by the street, not daring to lift their heads. The soldiers guarding the roadside were much the same, looking down, none daring to look directly at the carriage.

Baili Hai watched coldly, finding it dull, and was about to lower the curtain when he suddenly noticed a young boy look up, his clear, bright eyes curiously gazing at the carriage.

In the Da Ning Dynasty, men wore their hair tied up at the age of twenty, but before that, leaving their hair loose was impractical. Thus, young boys usually styled their hair in high ponytails or long braids, similar to girls.

This young boy had his hair in a ponytail. Though his skin was darker than that of noble young masters, his youthfulness gave him a wild, spirited charm, making him look clever and lively.

When their eyes met, the boy’s face went pale immediately, and he quickly lowered his head, like a frightened deer.

Baili Hai lowered the carriage curtain.

The next moment, a young eunuch’s voice came from inside the carriage: "Stop the carriage."

The driver immediately tugged the reins, bringing the carriage to a halt.

The eunuch stepped out, set down a small stool, and lifted the curtain.

A young eunuch in dark palace attire stepped down first, then turned and reached into the carriage.

A hand with prominent knuckles gripped his wrist. The eunuch caught a glimpse of a gold robe hem from the corner of his eye before his wrist was released. Keeping his eyes downcast, he followed the owner of the robe as they made their way slowly to a small stall by the street before stopping.

Baili Hai reached out and picked up a handmade silk flower from the stall—a delicate red begonia.

His gaze shifted from the flower to the two people kneeling behind the stall.

A woman in dark clothing, around thirty years old, knelt beside a young boy who appeared to be about ten years old—the same boy from earlier.

Baili Hai fingered the silk flower for a few moments before turning and getting back into the carriage.

The young eunuch took a pouch from his waist, retrieved a silver piece, placed it on the stall, and followed suit.

The carriage began to move again.

Some time passed before the soldiers guarding the street finally left. The commoners, their legs numb from kneeling, slowly started moving again.

"That must have been Prince Jiannan. He truly has an impressive presence."

"As if you actually saw him."

"He stepped out of the carriage—how could I not see him?"

"Right, I remember that prince went to the Liu family’s silk flower stall over there."

"Look, it’s silver!" someone with sharp eyes noticed the silver ingot on the stall. "The prince actually gave her silver!"

Mrs. Liu had been terrified earlier and now her legs gave way so that she had to lean on her young son to avoid fainting.

Her face pale, she clutched her chest, murmuring, "Heaven be praised, heaven be praised."

At least she hadn’t offended the noble.

"Mother," her son said, noticing the silver, "look, it’s silver!"

Mrs. Liu finally calmed down a bit and was helped to her feet by a helpful woman from a neighboring stall.

She picked up the silver ingot from the stall. It was heavy, shaped like a small boat, and weighed at least five taels—more than her family could save in an entire year.

Feeling both shocked and uncertain, she quickly scanned the stall and noticed that the only remaining begonia silk flower was gone.

"The noble bought my silk flower!" Mrs. Liu was overjoyed, nearly in tears.

She hurriedly pulled her son down to kneel and kowtowed in the direction the carriage had gone. "Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness! You are truly kind!"

The onlookers—both vendors and commoners—were filled with envy and bitterness. Why hadn’t they been so lucky?

Many eyed the silver ingot Mrs. Liu tucked into her clothes, but none dared to entertain the thought of stealing it. Even if they managed to take it, they would never live to spend it.

Mrs. Liu knew no one would dare to covet the silver, but carrying such a large sum made her uneasy. She quickly packed up her stall and left the city with her son.

They needed to return home quickly. It would be safer to hand the money over to her parents-in-law.

Her husband was the second son in the family, with an older brother above him and a younger brother below, making him the least favored. Fortunately, Mrs. Liu’s skill in making silk flowers helped supplement the household income, earning her some respect from her mother-in-law.

If she brought this silver ingot home, she might finally be able to hold her head high in the family.

The young boy, seeing his mother’s joy, opened his mouth to speak but ultimately didn’t dare to mention that he had made eye contact with the noble.

It should be fine, right?

Everyone said Prince Jiannan was a good man—after all, he had helped the people of Hexi County build embankments.

Moreover, today he had offended the other party, yet they hadn’t taken any action against him. Instead, they had paid such a hefty sum for the silk flower, which indeed seemed like the act of a decent person.

"Xiao Tian, let’s hurry back so we can still have a warm dinner," Liu Shi said, pulling him along as she walked faster and faster.

Xiao Tian gradually let go of his worries, and a smile returned to his face.

In the past, when they returned late, their Granny would not leave them any food, only some cold porridge. But today, with the silver taels in hand, their Granny would surely not dare to look down on their family anymore.

The mother and son lived in Jing'an County, just a few miles outside the capital. The county had six villages, and they resided in Jingnan Township, the closest to the capital.

Compared to going to the county town, it was actually more convenient for them to come to the capital, and they could earn more as well. That’s why they made the trip to the capital every few days.

There was an official road leading to Jingnan Township, but it required a detour, so the common people had carved out a small path of their own.

The small path was shorter but passed through a thick woods.

The mother and son had taken this path many times before, usually with fellow villagers, as many went to the capital’s Convenience Street to buy and sell goods. Group travel offered safety in numbers.

But today, they had left the city early, and there was no one else on the road.

Still, the sun had only just begun to slant, and in broad daylight, there was nothing to fear.

"I wonder if Granny will agree to cook me an egg tonight," Xiao Tian said, licking his lips.

Liu Shi laughed. "If she doesn’t agree, I won’t give her the silver taels. Tonight, it won’t just be you eating—your two sisters, your father, and I, all five of us will have eggs!"

Xiao Tian clapped in delight. "I want to eat eggs every day from now on."

"Then your Granny would probably die of heartache."

The mother and son chatted and laughed as they walked. When they reached the forest, Xiao Tian suddenly heard a noise behind him. Just as he was about to turn around, someone covered his mouth from behind.

A strange fragrance rushed into his nostrils, and he immediately collapsed limply.

Liu Shi watched as a tightly wrapped figure in black rendered her son unconscious and screamed, rushing forward. "Have mercy, sir! Please let my son go!"

But how could a defenseless woman like her be a match for the man?

The man simply struck her on the back of the neck, knocking her out. Then he took out an indenture contract from his pocket, applied red ink to the woman’s fingertip, and pressed it onto the document.

The man stowed the deed, casually slung Xiao Tian over his shoulder, and soon disappeared into the forest.

The news of Prince Jiannan’s return to the city quickly spread throughout the capital.

The people in the capital naturally had their own plans, waiting only for the next day’s morning court session.

That night, Chu Jiubian met Situ Zhaoling again in the Divine Realm and gave her a new batch of grain.

With these two batches of grain, plus half of the grain contributed by the villages, the Southern Frontier people no longer had to worry about food shortages.

Moreover, the officials from the Water Management Department dispatched by the court had arrived in the Southern Frontier a few days earlier and had already selected several sites to dig wells. Soon, everyone would have enough water to drink.

"Light rain will begin on the 15th day of the seventh lunar month and last for about fourteen days," Chu Jiubian said casually from his divine throne, astounding Situ Zhaoling with his words.

Rain.

Was the High Priest predicting the weather?!

Situ Zhaoling was inwardly shocked but did not doubt the truth of his words.

Wonderful! It was finally going to rain!

With rain, everything would start moving in a positive direction.

Elated, she quickly regained her composure and bowed respectfully to Chu Jiubian in the manner of the Southern Frontier tribes. "On behalf of the Southern Frontier people, I thank the High Priest."

"And my brother," she added, looking up at the divine figure with clear, bright eyes. "He asked me to thank you for the waterwheel blueprint you gifted him. He has already built a dragon bone waterwheel and is now working on a noria waterwheel. Once the rain comes, these waterwheels will surely be of great use..."

Situ Zhaoling spoke one sentence after another, sharing all the words she had prepared over the past few days.

She talked about how grateful her family was to the High Priest, how happy the Southern Frontier people were to have decent meals, and how the Chieftains who had planned to sell grain at double the price were now forced to lower their prices, fearing their stock would go to waste. She even mentioned how overwhelmed and exasperated they had become.

After speaking for nearly a quarter of an hour, she suddenly realized she had been rambling too much.

Would the High Priest find her chatter annoying?

To be honest, Chu Jiubian did think she was a bit talkative, but he found it amusing.

For a child of her age, it was normal to be lively and outgoing.

Realizing she had said too much, Situ Zhaoling quietly tapped her lips to remind herself to stop chattering, her eyes filled with regret.

Chu Jiubian noticed her reaction and found it somewhat amusing.

It seemed she had nothing else to report.

Since he had to attend the morning court session the next day, he said, "If there is nothing else, you may go."

"Yes," Situ Zhaoling replied, bowing before being transported out of the Divine Realm by the system.

==

The next day was another drizzly, overcast day, with a fine drizzle that had been falling since the night before.

Before the sky had fully lit up, the officials had already gathered outside the palace gates.

Holding umbrellas, they exchanged greetings and chatted in small groups, their faces displaying a facade of harmony.

Vice Minister of Works Xiao Wendao stood side by side with Vice Minister of Revenue Wang Pengyi.

Xiao Wendao glanced at the man beside him and smiled. "Vice Minister Wang, it seems you’re wearing a new official robe today?"

"Vice Minister Xiao is indeed observant," Wang Pengyi replied with a smile.

Xiao Wendao held his umbrella with one hand and extended the other beyond it, feeling the cool touch of the raindrops on his skin. "It’s just a pity that today is overcast and rainy. Vice Minister Wang’s pristine official robe has already been dirtied."

The Wang clan valued etiquette and propriety, and naturally, they also placed great importance on elegant attire.

To have the hem of his new robe dirtied on the very day he wore it must have annoyed Wang Pengyi, which in turn pleased Xiao Wendao.

"External possessions, once soiled, are merely soiled. What matters is that the inside remains clean," Wang Pengyi said, smiling at him. "But even if the outside is spotless, if the inside is corrupt, it will eventually rot."

His words were no longer about clothing but about reputation.

Now, Prince Jiannan’s reputation had soared. The incident the previous evening, where he generously purchased a silk flower at the city gate, had been widely circulated among the people, who praised him for his generosity and gentleness toward the common folk.

But everyone had known Prince Jiannan for more than a day. Whether he was truly kind or merely acting, they saw right through him.

If a person’s heart was dirty and disordered, no matter how good their reputation, there would come a day when they would fall from grace.

The higher the climb, the harder the fall. Perhaps the greater Prince Jiannan’s fame grew, the more severe the backlash would be when he encountered trouble later on.

"I didn't know Vice Minister Wang could see through appearances to the truth." Xiao Wendao shook the rainwater from his hand, splattering most of it onto Wang Pengyi. "Why not take a look at what lies within me as well?"

Wang Pengyi gritted his teeth discreetly before turning to face the slowly opening vermilion palace gate ahead. "Vice Minister Xiao has grand visions that could encompass all the people."

"You flatter me too much," Xiao Wendao replied, his tone cooling. "Our Emperor is the one truly devoted to the people. As a mere Vice Minister, I only worry about the Ministry of Works' small corner of the world."

As the palace gates swung open, the Ministers of the Six Ministries led the officials walking slowly into the palace pathway.

Wang Pengyi stepped forward, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to be heard by the ministers walking ahead. "No wonder Minister Jian looks so young—it turns out he has such a capable subordinate like Vice Minister Xiao. With all matters handled efficiently, Jian Hongzhuo naturally stays young without worries."

This implied that Xiao Wendao, leveraging the influence of the Xiao family, was undermining Jian Hongzhuo's authority while holding the position of Vice Minister.

Jian Hongzhuo, like Su Sheng, was a minister loyal only to the throne, making him a thorn in the side of the Four Great Families.

However, his private life was clean. Aside from his duties, he spent his days either at work or at home, leaving no room for others to find fault with him.

Moreover, aside from his formally wedded male spouse, Jian Hongzhuo seemed to have no particular interests or hobbies. Many had tried to recruit him to their factions, but to no avail.

Some even foolishly sent him pretty young men as gifts, only to incur his disgust and prompt him to impeach them harshly right in court.

Since then, everyone acknowledged that Jian Hongzhuo was a tough nut to crack.

There were those who contemplated assassination, but Jian Hongzhuo was a descendant of honored officials and possessed formidable martial skills. Over the years, numerous assassins had been sent after him, only to be eliminated by him.

Gradually, people gave up on such schemes.

Furthermore, Jian Hongzhuo showed no lust for power. His days at the Ministry of Works were spent drafting blueprints—bridges, palaces, pavilions, and various other designs—while handing off all work to Vice Minister Xiao Wendao.

Xiao Wendao was happy to take them on.

Over the years, officials at court had come to treat Jian Hongzhuo as air. When matters concerning the Ministry of Works arose, it was Xiao Wendao who took charge, making him the ministry's real leader.

Yet, despite this reality, Xiao Wendao hated being accused of grabbing power.

Hearing Wang Pengyi's remarks, he couldn't let that pass and retorted, "Minister Jian is burdened with countless responsibilities. I am merely handling minor tasks. But from Vice Minister Wang's words, it seems you want to be in charge yourself."

Wang Pengyi, as Vice Minister of Revenue, was walking behind Minister Su.

Unlike Jian Hongzhuo, who delegated authority, Su Sheng was most concerned about his power and influence.

Unwilling to be labeled as insubordinate, Wang Pengyi was about to explain when Minister Su turned his head slightly and said, "Enough bickering. Keep your eyes on the path ahead lest you stumble."

This was both a warning and a reminder.

The two fell silent and instinctively looked ahead.

What they saw completely silenced them.

At the top of the long staircase leading to the Fengtian Hall stood a figure dressed in brilliant gold.

The person was slender and tall, with a palace attendant holding an umbrella beside him. He stood quietly, his gaze lowered.

It was none other than Prince Jiannan Baili Hai, who had hurriedly returned just the day before.

Hearing the approach of the officials, he turned and looked down from above.

The officials reached the foot of the staircase. Minister of Personnel Xiao Huaiguan, despite his advanced age, was the first to close his umbrella. He bowed deeply and said, "Your subjects pay respects to Your Highness, Prince Jiannan. May Your Highness live a thousand years."

The others also closed their umbrellas and followed suit, calling out, "Long live the Prince."

Baili Hai lowered his gaze to look at the crowd.

Officials in burgundy, scarlet, and navy blue robes formed a long procession, all bowing in unison.

This scene was probably similar to what Baili Hong had witnessed during his own ascension to the throne.

The drizzling rain seemed to intensify, with raindrops drummed against the umbrellas with a muffled patter.

Baili Hai wore a gentle smile and said, "Please rise, esteemed ministers. The rain seems to be picking up; let us enter the hall quickly."

After expressing their gratitude, the officials began climbing the steps one by one.

Baili Hai sent away the attendant and descended a few steps, reaching out to support Xiao Huaiguan, who was having difficulty walking.

Xiao Huaiguan immediately thanked him anxiously, while Baili Hai maintained his gentle smile, painting a picture of perfect harmony.

Wang Zhiyuan glanced at Xiao Huaiguan.

That old man is practically in his grave yet still clings to power—how laughable.

Wang Pengyi, however, ignored the act the Xiao family was putting on. Instead, he kept stealing glances at Wang Zhiyuan.

His grandfather was getting older, and his knees ached whenever it rained. Today was likely no different.

But as a member of the Wang family, even if Wang Zhiyuan's legs trembled with pain, he showed no sign of it, walking straight and steady step by step.

For some reason, Wang Pengyi suddenly thought of Wang Qichen.

The family often said this young master was unreliable, but Wang Pengyi felt that his free-spirited and unrestrained manner was admirable. Compared to those who clung to pride at all costs, such honest straightforwardness was precious.

If Wang Qichen could one day truly take charge of the Wang family, the family would surely be transformed.

However...

Never mind. After the matriarch passes away, he would protect Wang Qichen himself.

Losing the heir position mattered little—as long as he kept his life.

Lost in thought, the officials finally entered the Fengtian Palace.

It was a cloudy day, and the hall was dimly lit, so palace attendants had lit several oil lamps.

In the flickering lamplight, the vermilion, gold, and black furnishings and decorations in the hall radiated an untouchable dignity. Even the carved dragons on the vermilion pillars seemed to sway with the lamplight, appearing vivid and lifelike.

Baili Hai released his hold on Xiao Huaiguan and wiped the raindrops from his face.

As he looked up, he beheld the sight before him.

Amid the shifting light and shadows stood a tall, upright figure in the hall.

Dressed in a deep purple official robe, the figure had short black hair at the front, with unusual silver hair flowing down his back, gleaming with a silken sheen under the firelight.

Hearing the sound of the crowd entering, the figure turned to look.

In that instant, Baili Hai felt as if he'd glimpsed an immortal from the heavens.

Ethereal and aloof, unapproachable, yet exuding an irresistible allure.

His arm was bumped lightly, and Baili Hai jerked back to attention. Turning his head, he met Xiao Wendao’s gaze, who shot him a look, signaling him to keep moving.

Baili Hai lowered his eyes to conceal his emotions, though his Adam’s apple bobbed twice.

He knew who that person was.

Chu Jiubian.

The celebrated Ninth Young Master of the capital, a top-ranking noble of the court, and also... an immortal who had fallen to the mortal world.

Chu Jiubian’s gaze swept over the officials, lingering on the figure clad in golden royal robes.

So this is Prince Jiannan?

He appeared somewhat sickly, with the delicate features and effeminate air characteristic of the Xiao family.

Yet, despite being only sixteen, he already carried a brooding presence, a stark contrast to the energetic Situ siblings.

Chu Jiubian coolly withdrew his gaze. Once everyone had taken their positions, he stepped behind Xiao Huaiguan and stood still.

Meanwhile, Prince Jiannan slowly passed by him, walking directly to the very front of the assembly, standing even ahead of the Ministers of the Six Ministries.

But given his status, it was only fitting for him to stand there.

Chu Jiubian glanced up, instinctively glancing toward Qin Xiao’s seat, only to find Baili Hai standing right in his line of sight, his tied-up ponytail blocking the view.

He was quite tall—probably six feet.

I wonder if Baili Hong will grow this tall in the future. Right now, with his plump arms and legs, it doesn’t seem likely.

Maybe I should give the kid some calcium pills?

Chu Jiubian’s thoughts drifted away.

Meanwhile, the other officials in the hall, after taking their positions, were surprised to realize that Qin Xiao had not emerged from the back hall this time but had been present all along.

He sat quietly in his seat, the firelight flickering in his eyes, as if he had been watching them for some time.

The hazy light tended to blur people’s outlines, but on Qin Xiao, the slanted shadows fell perfectly, accentuating his sharp, deep features.

It also added a hint of severity to his demeanor, along with an inscrutable, sinister air.

Baili Hai stood at the very front, closest to Qin Xiao.

He shot a direct glance at Qin Xiao before looking down.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could just make out Chu Jiubian standing a few steps behind him.

Had those two been alone in the hall before the officials entered?

What were they doing?

After just one glance at Chu Jiubian, the image stuck in his mind. How long had Qin Xiao been sitting there, watching?

Eunuch Hong’s voice echoed through the hall, signaling the start of the morning court session.

Baili Hai suppressed his chaotic thoughts and, along with the other officials, bowed to the three-year-old child seated on the dragon throne.

“Rise,” the child’s tender voice rang out, and the officials responded in unison, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

"Present your matters or the court will adjourn!"

As soon as Eunuch Hong finished speaking, Xiao Wendao immediately stepped forward: "Your subject wishes to present a memorial."

Chu Jiubian glanced at him sideways.

After nearly a month of court sessions, Chu Jiubian noticed that Xiao Wendao was truly one of the most active participants during morning court, alongside several officials from the Censorate, including Qi Zhili.

In contrast, the Ministers seldom spoke unless necessary, preferring to let their subordinates take the lead.

With Xiao Wendao leading off today, it seemed likely that the lower-ranking officials would engage in a heated debate first.

"What matter does Vice Minister Xiao wish to present?" Baili Hong asked.

Xiao Wendao bowed and then spoke: "Your Majesty, the embankments in Hexi County have suffered damage year after year. This year, Prince Jiannan personally went to supervise the construction, toiling day and night. He also provided the people with two meals a day and wages, earning widespread acclaim for his benevolence and achievements."

"Moreover, due to his constant supervision, local officials did not dare to cut corners, resulting in a sturdy embankment. This achievement will benefit the people for years to come. The Ministry of Works, recognizing Prince Jiannan’s contributions and capabilities, respectfully requests that Your Majesty grant Prince Jiannan an early appointment to official service."

He wasted no words.

First, he praised how well Baili Hai had handled the task, then directly made his request, leaving it to others to respond.

Wang Pengyi slowly stepped out from the ranks, standing beside Xiao Wendao, and bowed to the emperor: "Your subject has an objection."

Chu Jiubian understood.

It seemed that today’s main contenders would be these two.

As for Prince Jiannan, the focus of the dispute, the best course of action for him today was to observe and wait until the end to receive his reward.

Baili Hong nodded: "Speak."

Wang Pengyi replied: "Your Majesty, while Prince Jiannan has contributed to the construction of the embankment, the flood season in Hexi County has not yet arrived, so the effectiveness of the embankment remains uncertain. I believe it is inappropriate for Vice Minister Xiao to hastily seek recognition for Prince Jiannan’s achievements."

"What is inappropriate? Prince Jiannan’s achievements are widely known. Not only have scholars written poems praising him, but the common people also remember his grace."

Xiao Wendao took a piece of paper from his sleeve and held it up with both hands to the emperor: "Your Majesty, this is a petition signed by the people of various counties in Hexi, requesting Your Majesty to recognize his contributions and allow the prince to enter official service, so he may do more for the people."

Eunuch Hong hurried down the steps, took the paper, and presented it to Baili Hong.

After the emperor read it, it was passed to Qin Xiao.

Qin Xiao unfolded the paper, which indeed bore many signatures and fingerprints. The signatures likely belonged to wealthier families in the counties, while the fingerprints were from commoners who could not write their names.

But who could say how genuine this document was?

Wang Pengyi thought the same and said, "I request that someone be sent to Hexi County to verify whether these fingerprints were given voluntarily by the people."

"Are you implying, Vice Minister Wang, that the Ministry of Works is fabricating evidence?" Xiao Wendao glared at him fiercely. "Go ahead and investigate. It will also give you a chance to hear how the people praise the prince, so you may avoid judging others by your own narrow standards."

"Naturally, I hope it is genuine. As a prince, it is a great asset for Prince Jiannan to win the people’s hearts. However, the funds for the embankment belong to Your Majesty, the people belong to Your Majesty, and it is Your Majesty who cares for the world. Yet now, the people of Hexi County only remember Prince Jiannan and seem to have forgotten Your Majesty." Wang Pengyi smiled. "Surely, this is inappropriate?"

"To win the people’s hearts is to win the empire." His words almost directly accused Prince Jiannan of plotting rebellion.

"Accusations without evidence are baseless. Vice Minister Wang’s words are nothing but defamation."

Xiao Wendao could not allow the label of "rebellion" to be attached to Prince Jiannan. "Prince Jiannan serves Your Majesty. The people remember his grace, and in doing so, they also remember Your Majesty’s benevolence."

He then turned to Wang Pengyi and said, "Moreover, if we follow Vice Minister Wang’s logic, should the officials of Great Ning, who work for Your Majesty and the people, never seek rewards, no matter how great their achievements? Ask yourself, can you truly do that?"

Wang Pengyi wouldn't dare claim he could do so.

If he dared say it, then no matter what he did afterward, Xiao Wendao could intervene and ensure he gained no benefit.

"I believe Prince Jiannan should be rewarded for his merits," Vice Minister of Rites Lu Qiaobo stepped forward. "However, our dynasty has never had a precedent of a prince remaining in the capital past the age of fourteen without assuming his fiefdom. Prince Jiannan staying in the capital is already an exception. If we further break the precedent by allowing him to join the bureaucracy four years early, not to mention other issues, even the seven vassal princes who have already gone to their fiefs would not agree."

As soon as these words were spoken, the court fell silent.

Though they fought fiercely in the court, in truth, everyone was equally wary of those seven watchful vassal princes.

Lu Qiaobo's argument was reasonable and well-founded. If Baili Hai were truly allowed to enter the court, those vassal princes would certainly be displeased.

The Xiao family had also considered this, but they hoped to persuade everyone. If persuasion failed, they would have to settle for a lesser option.

Prince Jiannan, who had remained silent until now, finally moved. He bowed to the throne and said gently, "Your Majesty, my supervision of the dike construction was solely to share your burdens and benefit the people. I never sought anything in return."

Baili Hong looked at this little-known elder brother, unsure what to say.

He couldn't understand the veiled confrontations in these people's words and could only glance at his uncle.

Qin Xiao's gaze fell on Prince Jiannan, and he gave a soft chuckle.

The court fell silent again. Chu Jiubian also looked up but could only see Qin Xiao's official headpiece; the rest was almost entirely blocked by Baili Hai.

Baili Hai looked at Qin Xiao.

He liked handsome men, but Qin Xiao was an exception.

For Qin Xiao and the Qin family, he felt only disgust.

The flickering firelight reflected in Qin Xiao's deep, dark eyes. His voice carried a hint of laziness as he said, "Prince Jiannan is truly selfless and noble. Since that is the case, there is no need to discuss this matter further."

If he said he wanted nothing, what was there to discuss?

Xiao Wendao's eye twitched slightly. It felt familiar—the last time Qin Xiao had struck him down like this was himself.

This wasn't the first time Qin Xiao had taken advantage of a situation to shut things down, nor would it be the last.

This former prodigal son didn't care whether you were humble or not.

Many in the court lowered their heads further, smiles tugging at the corners of their mouths, barely holding back laughter.

Chu Jiubian also felt like laughing.

But he maintained his "aloof" persona in front of these nobles and restrained himself.

Prince Jiannan clearly hadn't expected Qin Xiao to say this, and his face darkened instantly.

"Ahem, ahem—"

A familiar cough sounded at just the right moment. Chu Jiubian knew Minister Xiao was about to start acting again.

Sure enough.

Xiao Huaiguan repeated the same routine: first apologizing for his lapse, then mentioning his frail health, and finally using his seniority to smooth things over, successfully steering the conversation back to the topic of "rewards."

"Even if he cannot join the bureaucracy, he should not remain idle. It would not look good to outsiders," Xiao Huaiguan coughed twice before continuing softly, "Why not have Your Majesty assign him a sinecure? Prince Jiannan could observe and learn, so that when he eventually goes to his fief, he won't be completely unprepared."

Xiao Wendao, catching the implied meaning, immediately added, "Your Majesty, Vice Director Qian Jing of the Ministry of Works mentioned to me just the other day that he wishes to return to his ancestral home. Why not have the Ministry of Personnel assign Qian Jing as prefect of his ancestral home? Prince Jiannan could then temporarily take over as Vice Director of the Ministry of Works."

"That is a suitable arrangement," Xiao Huaiguan nodded. "Your Majesty, Prince Ning, what do you think?"

Chu Jiubian thought to himself that the Xiao family really had one trick after another.

The Ministry of Works and the Ministry of Personnel were widely known as the most lucrative offices, and the Xiao family had a foothold in each.

Now that Chu Jiubian was temporarily serving as Vice Minister of Personnel, if Prince Jiannan were sent to the Ministry of Personnel, he would undoubtedly be constrained by Chu Jiubian. But if he were sent to the Ministry of Works, it would be Xiao Wendao's domain.

In that case, Prince Jiannan would nominally be a Vice Director but might actually end up doing the work of the Minister of Works.

He couldn't help but glance at Minister Jian. The man was in his forties, with average looks but a gentle demeanor, exuding the special aura of a highly intelligent technical expert.

Even though his own interests were being affected, he still seemed indifferent.

"Where is the Vice Minister of Personnel?" Qin Xiao suddenly spoke.

Chu Jiubian: "?"

He stepped out of the ranks and finally got a clear view of Qin Xiao.

Qin Xiao then said, "Grand Tutor Sir, what do you think of Vice Minister Xiao's proposal?"

In an instant, many eyes turned to Chu Jiubian.

Prince Jiannan also glanced at him, his gaze sharp and tangible.

"I find it inappropriate," Chu Jiubian said.

"Explain."

Chu Jiubian spoke bluntly, "As Vice Minister Lu just said, Prince Jiannan entering officialdom would rouse discontent among the vassal princes. It makes no difference whether his position is high or low."

"Then does Grand Tutor Sir mean the prince should not be rewarded?" Xiao Wendao's tone was slightly softer than when he addressed Wang Pengyi.

"Of course he should be rewarded," Chu Jiubian said. "His Majesty has already prepared something."

Baili Hong received the signal and immediately said, "Yes, I have already prepared something."

Chu Jiubian was too unpredictable. Whenever something involved him, unexpected developments always followed.

Thus, everyone fell silent, waiting to hear what reward he would propose.

If it were just ordinary silk or gold and silver, the Xiao family would certainly argue further.

Earlier that morning, Chu Jiubian had given that small porcelain jar of salt to Baili Hong, instructing him to present it at this moment.

So, the court officials heard only a faint rustling from the emperor's seat before Eunuch Hong hurried down, holding a palm-sized, jade-white porcelain jar.

He directly presented it to Baili Hai, respectfully offering it along with a small spoon.

Baili Hai was also curious. What kind of reward could possibly equate to an "official position"?

After presenting it, Eunuch Hong returned to the side of the dragon throne.

The officials were also curious about what was in the jar, but due to their status and the rules, none made any significant movements.

"May I open it?" Baili Hai asked Baili Hong. After receiving affirmation, he opened it.

He looked down at it.

White as snow, fine as powdered sugar, you couldn't tell what it was.

"Your Highness, try some," a clear, cool, and pleasant voice sounded beside him. Baili Hai felt a tingle in his ears, and he instinctively turned to look.

The ethereal young man stood a step away from him, his light eyes reflecting the flickering torchlight, long lashes casting shadows beneath his eyes, making his expression unreadable.

Baili Hai stared at him for two breaths before withdrawing his gaze and looking back at the object in his hand.

Then, just as Chu Jiubian had said, Baili Hai scooped half a spoonful of the fine salt.

A spoonful of that would be overwhelmingly salty.

Chu Jiubian deliberately didn't warn him.

Baili Hai put the spoonful of salt in his mouth, his pupils suddenly contracting. He forced himself to keep a straight face and swallowed it.

The young man had remarkable self-control.

Chu Jiubian winced in sympathy.

"Your Highness, what is that?" Xiao Huaiguan, who was standing close to Baili Hai, couldn't help but ask.

Baili Hai handed him the porcelain jar. "See for yourself, sir."

Xiao Huaiguan apologized, "Pardon my forwardness," then scooped some with the spoon. He put some on his palm first instead of directly into his mouth, then tipped his head back to eat it.

As an older man, he was unprepared and started coughing.

Xiao Wendao's face fell. "What exactly is that?"

Chu Jiubian addressed the crowd and said, "This is the fine salt used in the immortal realm."

"Fine salt?"

Xiao Wendao took the porcelain jar from Xiao Huaiguan, examined it carefully, and cautiously sampled a few grains. His expression shifted. "It really is salt!"

The lower-ranking officials dared not act rashly, but the first and second-rank officials couldn't resist pressing forward for a look. Soon, nearly everyone had taken a look and sampled a bit.

After tasting it, their faces were a picture of astonishment.

When they looked at Chu Jiubian again, their expressions grew even more complex and inscrutable.

Salt.

Had they ever seen salt so fine?

Moreover, this salt had no bitterness at all. You can imagine how food would taste with this.

Naturally, these people weren't thinking only about food. Their minds were racing further, thinking bigger.

"This fine salt..." someone began to ask.

But Chu Jiubian cut him off, "I was in a hurry when I descended to the mortal realm and only managed to bring this much, which I gave entirely to His Majesty. His Majesty said that such a rare item should be bestowed upon Prince Jiannan, to match the merit he earned in supervising the construction of the embankment."

Qin Xiao asked calmly, "What do you all think? Can this divine item serve as a reward?"

A silence fell over the court.

Everyone was weighing their options.

Chu Jiubian stated he had only brought this one jar, but those present had seen him fall from the sky empty-handed. So, he must have produced it himself.

He could make ice, create fire starters, and naturally, he could produce this fine salt.

If he could produce a jar today, he could make a bag, a cartload, or even several carts tomorrow!

He wasn't showing this off to sell to commoners. His target was the nobility and the rich merchants across the country.

With the national treasury depleted, Chu Jiubian and Qin Xiao undoubtedly sought the profits from selling salt.

This fine salt would be the state-sanctioned "private salt"!

The nobility in the capital would be the first to gain access to the supply.

Such a valuable commodity, once in their hands, could be resold elsewhere for several times the price.

It was a huge profit!

Qiu Heng's thoughts went even further.

The Qiu family's trade routes extended beyond the borders of Great Ning. If this fine salt could be sold to foreign tribes through their trade caravans...

His heart raced like a drum.

And indeed, Chu Jiubian and Qin Xiao's target in presenting the salt today was the Qiu family.

The Qiu family had trade routes and connections, saving Chu Jiubian and Qin Xiao the trouble of establishing their own caravan.

They wouldn't need to wait for the cyclical return of trade caravans. They could simply sell the salt directly to the Qiu family, negotiating profit shares and base prices. This way, as the source, they could earn enormous profits without expending any effort.

What they needed now was quick money. With money, they could fund the imperial examinations and accomplish more.

After all, the salt was in their hands. Whenever they declared it exhausted, the Qiu family's business would come to an end.

Moreover, this "fine salt" trade would also become a "thunderclap."

If they ever decided to target the Qiu family, the crime of selling "private salt" would be enough to cause them serious trouble.

Now, it all depended on whether the Qiu family had the courage to take the risk.

But Chu Jiubian and Qin Xiao were not worried. The Qiu family had built their business to such a scale and would not be overly cautious.

Besides, the salt wasn't exclusively for the Qiu family. Other families would naturally share the market within Great Ning.

If one person selling salt was considered private salt, then with everyone involved, they would all feel secure.

These noble families had stood at the pinnacle of power for too long and had grown too arrogant.

They were accustomed to banding together at certain times, covering for one another.

So, all of them would engage in the fine salt trade.

Chu Jiubian didn't care how much profit they made from reselling. After all, the profits came from foreign tribes and local nobility—commoners wouldn't even have the chance to buy it.

He only cared about how much he could earn.

He needed to make a quick profit immediately, using the money to fund the imperial examinations!

He was certain that, whether it was the Qiu family or other noble families, they would all come knocking within two days.

He only needed to probe each one, find the most suitable reserve price, negotiate the commission split, and then he could sit back and wait for the money to roll in.

While everyone was deep in thought, Prince Jiannan was the first to speak: "This subject thanks Your Majesty for your great kindness."

This jar of fine salt represented a quota.

Chu Jiubian intended to award the Xiao family the rights to be the first to sell the salt and to sell larger quantities.

Baili Hai wasn't completely stupid, and with Minister Xiao present in the court, just one look and a nod from him were enough for Baili Hai to accept this supposed reward.

As for entering the court as an official, he was still young, and Baili Hong was even younger—there was plenty of time to plan slowly.

With this one jar of fine salt, Chu Jiubian completely killed everyone's appetite for bickering.

They all now wanted to return to their residences immediately to discuss with their house leaders and strategists the feasibility of the matter and how to quickly seize and divide the market share.

As for what everyone discussed after the morning court session ended, Chu Jiubian and Qin Xiao could only guess.

They only needed to wait for these people to approach them.

==

The Da Ning Dynasty had a curfew, but it was only in effect from 10 p.m. until a few hours before the morning court session the next day, so the people had grown accustomed to being out on the streets at night.

However, today was the Qixi Festival, one of the very few days in the year when young men and women could openly mingle and enjoy themselves together in the streets.

Thus, as soon as dawn broke, the streets were already decked with lanterns and lined with stalls everywhere.

On the busiest streets, such as those in the East and West Markets, there were even scholars holding poetry competitions, dancers and singers putting on shows, and other lively scenes. On the Changning Lake in the west of the city, there were decorated boats drifting and courtesans entertaining, making for a scene of sheer decadence.

While the nobles were busy discussing important matters, Chu Jiubian had already changed into black and white robes, ready to go out for a stroll with Qin Xiao.

As for the young emperor, it was unsafe for him to go out, so he was to stay in the palace with Eunuch Hong and others to study.

However, Chu Jiubian left two candies with Eunuch Hong to soothe the child.

After changing his clothes, Chu Jiubian looked in the mirror and noticed that his hair had grown a bit, his fringe beginning to cover his brows.

His silver hair was growing out black at the roots, though it wasn’t very noticeable as the black hair above covered it.

It seemed he needed to find time to redye his hair.

"Host, there’s a dye that doesn’t require bleaching, can be used multiple times, and costs just nine credits."

Chu Jiubian: "...I’ll take it for six credits."

"Seven and a half credits, deal."

Chu Jiubian had already figured out the system’s haggling mechanics: as long as it was within an acceptable range, it would settle on the midpoint.

After haggling, he walked out the door and saw Qin Xiao waiting for him in the courtyard.

The other was also all in black, with only the inner collar and sleeve linings visible in black, the only difference from Chu Jiubian being his lack of white pants.

Moreover, since the robes were made by palace embroiderers, the auspicious cloud patterns on both their clothes were virtually identical.

Anyone unaware might think they were wearing the same outfit.

Qin Xiao was looking at a note in his hand and turned around at the sound of movement. Seeing Chu Jiubian, he was clearly taken aback, likely not having expected them to wear such similar clothes that day.

Chu Jiubian wasn’t bothered by it; after all, they usually wore the same dark purple official robes, so wearing similar casual clothes was no big deal.

"What are you looking at?" he asked as he approached Qin Xiao.

Qin Xiao handed him the note and said, "It’s for you."

Chu Jiubian had a good guess what it was about. Taking the note, he saw that it was indeed from Xiao Yao, saying that his carriage was waiting at the palace gate and once again cordially inviting Chu Jiubian to join him for a lake cruise and lantern viewing.

No doubt the fine salt matter was sure to come up, so he had to accept the invitation.

Chu Jiubian pocketed the note and asked Qin Xiao, "Are you coming along?"

Since the fine salt matter would be discussed, having Qin Xiao there could help oversee the discussion and prevent any private agreements between him and Xiao Yao.

There was no trust between him and Qin Xiao, so having the other participate directly could reduce suspicion.

Qin Xiao, however, said, "No, you go ahead."

Chu Jiubian raised an eyebrow. "Not worried I might cut a side deal with him?"

"What would I have to fear?" Qin Xiao looked at him with a faint smile. "Your love fate is tied to me, not with Xiao Zimei."

Chu Jiubian chuckled lightly and tapped the note against Qin Xiao’s chest. "I’m off."

With that, he turned and left Yaotai Residence, heading straight for the palace gate.

Qin Xiao’s trust in him was somewhat unexpected.

As for his personal safety, Chu Jiubian dared say he was practically their "God of Wealth" in the eyes of these nobles—they wouldn’t be foolish enough to offend him. Besides, he had hidden guards and a gun, so he was perfectly safe.

Inside Yaotai Residence, Xiao Xiangzi and the others watched Qin Xiao’s figure cautiously, hardly daring to breathe.

Qin Xiao stood still for a long moment, then suddenly let out a soft scoff and strode out the door.